Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Since words cannot persuade the other party, then force is chosen to persuade them.

At the same time, both sides used their flags as weapons, or rather, the flags themselves possessed the attributes of weapons.

With a crisp "ding," the two flagpoles collided violently.

With the support of shipboard equipment, the two Richelieu-class battleships can still exert tremendous power even without using their main guns.

Under the force of this immense power, apart from the two flagpoles which are part of the ship's equipment, other weapons would likely only be damaged in this attack.

"Heh~ In this respect, you haven't changed at all, sister!"

"I'd also like to say this to you, Jean Bart!"

Two enormous flags were waved vigorously in the hands of the two battleships.

The shockwave from the violent collision even caused the seawater to boil.

The platinum and black gold ship equipment of the same type complemented each other during the fight between the two.

However, this seemingly intense fight truly surprised the audience.

These two ships, which could be considered the most advanced in the world, used the most advanced weapons at the time to fight a battle with the least technological content.

Both the Vichy clergy and Rob's side were at a loss for words.

"Um... Algerian sister, what should we do in this situation?"

Vauquelan, with her single, tufted hair sticking out, looked toward the battlefield where the sounds of fighting were still emanating. At this moment, the battle between the two Richelieu-class battleships had entered a white-hot stage.

The sound of flagpoles clashing came from the sea not far away.

Faced with this situation, Walkland really didn't know what to do, as this was completely contrary to the previous plan!

Before Jeanbart arrived, the defense of the church had always been the responsibility of Algeria.

Therefore, when Walkland encountered this situation, the first thing he could do was ask for her opinion.

Algeria sighed deeply; she had never seen anything like it before.

Rather, she had only just learned that the two adults possessed such strength in close combat.

Let's wait and see...

...

“I’m so glad you haven’t regressed, my sister.”

"Humph~"

After a more violent collision, both ships retreated a distance.

Water droplets dripped down their hair and eventually fell into the sea.

Richelieu's ornate coat and bright red bishop's cloak, as well as Jean Bart's black open-chested top and hot pants, were all soaked.

The intense fighting exhausted both sides.

Standing on the sea, the two sisters gasped for breath, still clutching the flags that symbolized their respective sides, their eyes never leaving each other.

"continue!"

After a short rest, Jean Bart took the lead and launched a renewed attack.

Richelieu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as she twirled the flagpole in her hand with a flourish; it was quite impressive how she could pull it off.

The sudden change of tactics caught Barr off guard, and he almost lost control of the flagpole.

“I did not waste my time in Donghuang.”

Having gained the upper hand in one strike, Richelieu did not pursue, but instead twirled the flagpole in her hand a couple of times before standing still.

With a confident smile on her face, she exuded the authority of an older sister.

"嘁~"

Unwilling to admit defeat, Jean Bart gripped the flagpole tightly and charged forward once more.

The two sisters were locked in combat again in an instant.

...

"Joan of Arc, what's the situation now?"

"Also, who did Richelieu learn this from?"

On the Eternal, as Rob watched this unique naval exercise, he felt as if a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

These two battleships are ignoring their main guns and instead engaging in close combat here.

"Hiss~ Wait, something's not right. These two are both 1190, right?"

"Oh, that's alright, it's normal!"

"Commander, the Cardinal and the Grand Master are communicating in their own way, and things are going well."

Ignoring Rob's mutterings, Joan of Arc, who had been watching the game from the sidelines for a while, recounted the situation to Rob.

“In the past, if these two adults could not convince each other, they would use this method to decide who was right and who was wrong.”

"However, the two adults are used to doing this in secret. Therefore, not many people in Iris know about it."

"So, these two are actually exchanging feelings?"

After hearing Joan of Arc's words, Rob's doubts were resolved.

It's normal for ships to behave in some strange ways.

Just like Mikasa from Sakura Empire, she secretly asked herself if her mecha had anything like ship models.

At that moment, Rob even came up with a plan to establish Bandai.

"In that case, shouldn't we just wait for these two to 'fight' to a result?"

"If there are no unforeseen circumstances, yes, Commander."

After hanging up the communication with Joan of Arc, Rob immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Joan of Arc's last words seem to be a pretty classic flag.

"Logically speaking, when there is no need for accidents to happen, accidents usually happen."

...

As Robb said, the unexpected will come soon.

Near the Mozambique Channel, a fleet is rapidly advancing towards the sanctuary.

The moment this fleet appears, the "friendly atmosphere" on Richelieu's side will immediately vanish.

Q: Who is the most troublesome person in Europe?

A: Your royal family!

This fleet was officially a Royal Fleet led by the Prince of Wales.

Having received intelligence about the Vichy Papacy's mobilization efforts, the Royal Family decided to send a fleet to investigate.

As luck would have it, they bumped into Rob.

Chapter 216: Your Royal Family!

It's unclear how many rounds of clashes they've gone through.

By this time, the two Richelieu-class battleships were completely soaked in sweat.

Their movements were also much slower than before.

However, in this situation, it should actually be considered that Barr has the advantage.

After all, her clothes were much better at dissipating heat than Richelieu's.

"Heh~ Looks like you're not doing too well in Donghuang!"

"What, your lover didn't give you the new ship equipment?"

Jeanbart was panting heavily as he continued to increase the pressure on his hands.

She was now very close to Richelieu's face, so close that she could clearly feel the warmth of Richelieu's breath.

"Don't joke about something like this!"

It was rare for Jean Bart to see his sister so vulnerable after what he said.

Seeing Richelieu's face flushed with embarrassment, Baal's heart tightened. Damn it, could the rumors be true?

And just like that, without realizing it, Robo had attracted another enemy.

Perhaps if this "friendly" exchange continues for a while, this incident might just be easily resolved.

However, things didn't go as planned.

Just as the Algerians and others were about to bring out a small stool to sit down and enjoy the show, the outer defense system of the Holy Temple suddenly sent a message—a fleet had entered this sea area.

"Attention everyone, someone's coming!"

Meanwhile, on the Eternal, where Rob was, a new signal suddenly appeared on the radar.

"Someone's here?"

Seeing this, Luo Bo had no choice but to put aside his gossip-loving attitude and check the current situation.

The identification signal was quickly deciphered; it belonged to the Royal Navy's fleet.

"The Royal Navy's fleet? Damn it!"

In an instant, Rob's expression changed.

An unexpected event has indeed occurred.

Without thinking about why the Royal Navy fleet would appear here at this time, Rob immediately notified Joan of Arc, who was still at sea.

"Joan of Arc, the Royal Navy's fleet is here!"

Joan of Arc, who had been in a good mood, immediately turned pale upon hearing the news about Robb.

The person who should never have appeared did.

Meanwhile, Jeanbart also received news from Algeria.

His previously calm expression vanished instantly, replaced by boundless rage.

"You're very good, very impressive!"

Richelieu suddenly felt an unprecedented and immense force in his hand, and was instantly thrown back dozens of meters.

She stared at her sister in shock, not understanding what was going on, and couldn't understand why the other woman had suddenly become so angry.

"Cardinal, please prepare yourself. The Royal Navy's fleet is here."

The voice of Joan of Arc rang in his ears, and only then did Richelieu understand why Jean Bart had acted that way.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"

Looking at Jean Bart with a bitter smile, Richelieu understood that all his efforts had been in vain.

"I don't know, it's okay."

A cruel smile spread across his face, causing Baal to straighten up.

This time, her main gun began to spin.

"Let's make a deal, my sister."

"I'll consider joining your team if you help me destroy this royal fleet."

As he spoke, Jean Bart's main guns were already turned toward the direction where the Royal Fleet was about to appear.

All she's waiting for now is for the other side to come into firing range.

...

"Announcing to all, this is HMS Prince of Wales, of the Royal Navy."

"May I ask which friendly forces are fighting here? We have come to provide assistance!"

Along the way, the Prince of Wales saw many Siren wreckages floating on the sea.

Surprised that someone had arrived here before him, the Prince of Wales even sent a telegram back to headquarters to inquire whether any other fleets had been dropped here to carry out missions.